This is a song about "My squad cbe the realist"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

The squad with us, no troop

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god